Gunnysacks Poems - Poems about Gunnysacks

...In my early teens (late 60's) I remember it all began in my mind Dad was driving us into downtown Minneapolis for church I think, up ahead, a block or so, the bob-lights on top of 2 cop ......

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...“My Winner’s Day” Walking in a winter’s wonder land, Feet wrapped in gunnysacks, making tracks, Eyes blinded by snow glare, “I‘m a man!” In hand I carry my wood chopping ax, Fervently looking......

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